[Intro: Pusha T]
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It's like an itch you can't scratch
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It's like a bitch you can't shake
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I still wanna
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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
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Sleeping with the finest
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The thread count is bindless
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Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus
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In this climate I'm Kareem Burke tied in
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The Roc silent partner I ain't throwing up the diamond
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Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up
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Sparkles to the table, got em feeling like he's Merlin
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Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
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Learn from OGs, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings
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Updated that, upgraded that
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Suffocation blue in the insides potato sack
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Yeah, talk money, I'm made of that
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Cocaine parties like the 70s, I cater that
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You know what fame is?
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Sitting with the woman of your dreams and forgetting what her name is
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You know what pain is?
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Flushing 2 bricks and have a nigga try to strain it out the drainage
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[Hook:]
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See my face on the news and it ain't TiVo
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I still wanna sell kilos
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It's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the RICO
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I still wanna sell kilos
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Searching for the fishscale like I'm tryna find Nemo
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I still wanna sell kilos
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That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito
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I still wanna sell kilos
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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Grew up watching momma car repoed
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A little nigga staring through the peep hole
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How you think I felt knowing daddy wasn't there
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Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
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Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets
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When we talking business, talking on the phone cease
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Feds listening to conversations through my OnStar
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Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of I's
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Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out
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Red velour, I'm in the white glass house
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Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale
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City of dope a real nigga sell yayo
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Everyday a nigga dies and we can't ask why
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Show em all love, the bitches fucked on the side
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Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church
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Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
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Testarossa top models, G4s, Gucci pass the crease off
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Everything I climb in, I win
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Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing
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Black label everything, logos in the lining
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Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head
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Powder fall, smoke clears through the walking dead
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The Rose bottles pour for the champions
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You'd think it was a Grammy win
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Celebration spills through the morning like an Ambien
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Bitches love my ambience
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Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras
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Thousand niggas deep, never needed body guards
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Thousand keys that I'm about to do Pilates on
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Where the kings crowned like the grill a Maserati's on
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Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper, blew a fuse and caught a body on
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Cocaine storaging, Liva living dreams, y'all DeLoreans pouring in
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[Hook]
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I Still Wanna Rock
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| Pusha T |
